Oh, I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay,I sleep all night and I work all day.

CHORUS: He's a lumberjack, and he's okay,He sleeps all night and he works all day.

I cut down trees, I eat my lunch,I go to the lava-try.On Wednesdays I go shoppin'And have buttered scones for tea.

Mounties: He cuts down trees, he eats his lunch,He goes to the lava-try.On Wednesdays 'e goes shoppin'And has buttered scones for tea.

CHORUS

I cut down trees, I skip and jump,I like to press wild flowers.I put on women's clothing,And hang around in bars.

Mounties: He cuts down trees, he skips and jumps,He likes to press wild flowers.He puts on women's clothingAnd hangs around.... In bars???????

CHORUS

I chop down trees, I wear high heels,Suspendies and a bra.I wish I'd been a girlieJust like my dear papa.

Mounties: He cuts down trees, he wears high heelsSuspendies?? and a .... a Bra????(spoken, raggedly) What's this? Wants to be a *girlie*? Oh, My!And I thought you were so rugged! Poofter!

CHORUS

All: He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaaaayyy..... (BONG)

Sound Cue: The Liberty Bell March, by John Phillip Sousa.-or-===============================================================================

Dear Sir,I wish to complain on the stronglyest possible terms about the previousentry in this file about the lumberjack who wears womens' clothes. Some ofmy best friends are lumberjacks, and only a FEW of them are transvestites.